I Have a Three-Realm Auction System

Everyone stopped, and looked at the sea of ​​magma in front of them with uncertain expressions.

They sensed out, wanting to find out if there are powerful ancient corpses in the sea of ​​magma.

But what shocked them was that when the power of the soul submerged into this sea of ​​magma, it was like a mud cow entering the sea, and nothing could be detected.

This sea of ​​magma is strange.

However, if it was just like this, it might not be enough to shock everyone. What shocked them was that there seemed to be a very strong breath slowly recovering under this sea of ​​magma!

"What is that? Why is it so huge?"

Gradually, under the crimson magma, a shadow spread out. This shadow was so huge that it was all there in sight, making it hard for people to see his true face.

"Could it be the corpse of the Great Sacred Realm?" someone said uncertainly.

The corpses of the Great Sacred Realm, even here, belong to extremely powerful corpses, and even retain the will of the corpses before they were alive, which is powerful and terrifying.

"No, it's even scarier than the remains of the Great Sacred Realm." Third Prince Nezha said.

"It's even scarier than the corpse of the Great Sacred Realm. Could it be the corpse of the Emperor Realm?" someone asked uncertainly.

"It's the corpse of Emperor Realm!" Zhenjun Erlang said with a solemn expression.

Hearing Zhenjun Erlang's definite answer, everyone couldn't help being horrified.

They just entered the abyss of divine burial, and they encountered such a powerful ancient corpse. Do you want to play like this?

However, the ancient corpse became more and more clear, and everyone could vaguely see his outline.

It has the shape of a bird with a human face, four fleshy wings on its back, six claws on its chest, abdomen, and legs, and its whole body is covered with red scales, occupying a vast space.

"This is!!" Seeing this ancient corpse, everyone was shocked, and many even trembled.

"One of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Dijiang!" Seeing this ancient corpse, even Zhenjun Erlang couldn't help but gasp.

Di Jiang, one of the twelve ancestor witches of the witch clan, is good at speed, with four wings and a flap of 280,000 miles. With this speed, no one can escape his pursuit.

Therefore, among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, he is known as the Ancestral Witch of Space Speed, who controls the fusion law of space speed. In the Lich War, there are countless strong monsters who fell from his hands.

"It's actually Di Jiang, it's over now." Seeing Di Jiang, someone couldn't help but say in horror.

"Under Dijiang's speed, even if you want to escape, you can't escape from his palm."

"How could it be like this? I met Dijiang the first time I came here, so how do I go next?"

Seeing Di Jiang, everyone seemed to see a god of death, full of fear.

Because, under Di Jiang's speed, no one can escape his clutches.

Crash!

Dijiang's body was exposed to the water, and magma dripped from the huge body, releasing a terrifying temperature.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and the red eyes were filled with endless coldness.

call out!

He moved, his body was as fast as lightning, everyone just saw his body sway, then saw a figure appearing in his claws, and then he threw it into his mouth.

"Do not!"

The man screamed in horror and struggled violently, but he still couldn't get rid of the end of death.

This made everyone feel astonished and their scalps tingling, because the strength of that person had still reached the initial stage of the Great Sage. With such strength, he could be regarded as a master among those who entered the abyss of divine burial.

But with such strength, in front of Dijiang, he didn't even have the power to fight back, so he was captured and reduced to Dijiang's Chinese food.

Although this Dijiang has been lost for countless years, the remaining power in his body is still not something that the strong in the Great Sacred Realm can contend with. This is an extremely powerful existence.

"Everyone, retreat thousands of miles, and the strong ones in the late stage of the Great Sage will stay behind to assist me and fight against this demon together." Zhenjun Erlang shook his palm, and a three-pointed two-edged knife appeared in his hand, pointing at Dijiang obliquely.

When everyone heard the words, they didn't dare to be negligent, and their figures suddenly retreated violently.

Facing Dijiang, perhaps only Zhenjun Erlang and others could fight against him.

"Brother Fan, let's back off a bit." Marshal Tianpeng said.

"Second Senior Brother, back off, I may be able to help you if I stay." Zhou Fan said solemnly.

Although his strength is only in the mid-stage of the Great Sage, his real combat power may be comparable to those in the late stage of the Great Sage, and he can help a group if he stays.

"Pig head, you'd better leave first, I will protect Brother Fan." The Bull Demon King flipped his palm, and the mixed iron rod appeared in his hand, and there was a trace of fighting intent in his eyes.

"Or, I'd better stay here." Marshal Tianpeng muttered.

The Bull Demon King and Zhou Fan didn't object when they saw this. Although Marshal Canopy is not very strong, self-protection shouldn't be a problem.

At this time, there were less than ten people gathered beside Zhenjun Erlang, and the fluctuations emanating from each person's body were extremely powerful, echoing Di Jiangyao.

Seeing this, Di Jiang's cold and scarlet eyes were full of indifference. In his opinion, although the strength of these people in front of him was good, they were just his snacks.

Hey!

He neighed, and the fleshy wings on his back shook suddenly, setting off a monstrous gust of wind, which swept up a large amount of magma, and bombarded Zhenjun Erlang and others.

The waves of magma covered the sky, and there was a terrifying power like burning mountains and boiling seas. This kind of power was so strong that even ordinary people in the Great Sacred Realm might not be able to withstand it.

However, just when the magma was about to fall, a golden light burst out and tore it apart. A figure, holding a three-pointed two-edged knife, was full of golden light all over his body, and headed towards Dijiang to kill.

The third prince Nezha, Jianglong Luohan, Xianhe boy and others followed closely behind, attacking with spiritual power one after another, and bombarded towards Dijiang.

call out!

Dijiang's four wings vibrated, and his figure seemed to be teleporting, and he appeared thousands of feet away. All the attacks of Zhenjun Erlang and others were in vain.

However, everyone was not surprised by this. Dijiang was called the ancestor witch of space speed. If he couldn't even dodge their offensive, he might be ashamed of his name.

"Nezha!" Zhenjun Erlang shouted angrily.

"Understood." The third prince Nezha smiled, shook his palm, and Huntian Ling appeared in his hand. With a thought, he melted into the void and entwined towards Dijiang.

Di Jiang's pupils couldn't help shrinking slightly, he couldn't detect the fluctuation of Huntian Ling, it seemed to be perfectly integrated with the space.

You know, he is the ancestor witch of space speed, and there are only a handful of people in the world who can match him in the control of the power of space.

However, Huntianling was able to avoid his perception, which made him surprised.

But at this moment, Huntian Ling protruded from the void and directly bound Di Jiang up.